EroticReverie

Jospeh Eli James

I'm sitting at the table, my wife Lynn putting the last plates of food onto the center of the table, always making too much. 

"Morning you two" She beams as Christopher and Isla come into the small dining area. 

"Oh how adorable, you two match!" Lynn says with an adoring smile. I watch as Isla looks down at her red sweater dress, her long hair pulled half back with a matching red bow, my cock twitched under the table at the sight of her. Always, so fucking beautiful. Her makeup is done, her lips painted a matching bright, yet deep , blue toned Christmas red color. The dress hugs every perfect curve of my daughters exquisite body, and hits mid thigh, she's wearing nude colored stocking, and then my brain tries to guess if they're thigh highs are full stockings all the way up to her waist. i try to guess the color and style of panties, or if she's wearing any at all. I wonder if Christopher likes her to go without panties, just like I do. 

My cock goes hard as I think of all the times I lifted her dresses to find her sweet cunt bare for me. I think of all the time I felt her up under a skirt , only to find her cunt, soft, warm and wet and bare. 

Christopher wears kahkis and a thin red crwe neck sweater. I don't miss the outline of his cock either. Part of me feeling inferior for my daughter marrying a man with a bigger cock than my own. And part of me smug for knowing it doesnt matter how big his dick is, when it's mine that owns his wifes pussy. 

Christopher hugs my wife Lynn, and Isla gives her mother a slight air kiss on the side of her cheek , neither of them wanting to mess up their makeup, and my daughter walks over.

"Morning Daddy, Merry Christmas" she says as she bends over, her long hair dropping forward as she places a hand on my shoulder and kisses my cheek pressing her lips right to my skin, then rubs her thumb over the little lipstick stain she left behind. 

"Morning baby girl, Merry Christmas" I say as she smiles and my wife tells her to "sit sit" and gestures her to her seat. My wife sits opposite me, Chris and Isla opposite one another at the small table. We gather hands and bow our heads. We're not even religious, but during any special Holiday meal, my wife always decides we need to say grace. 

I lift my eyes, my hand holding Christophers loosely, my thumb stroking the back of Isla's hand as my wife thanks God for our blessings. Isla lifts her eyes,they first go to Christopher across the table , my eyes follow, his head is respectfully bowed and his eyes are closed. My eyes go back to Isla, and hers are on me. A small smile on her lips as her soft fingers grab mine a little tighter. 

"You look beautiful." I mouth and she smiles with a little roll of her eyes, and blushes and my cock throbs for that color in her cheeks, that little roll of her eyes, her sweet little smile and the way she closes her eyes and bows her head again.

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"He's already seen them mom" Isla laughs as Lynn tells Christopher to come to the entertainemnt room so she can show him all of Isla's baby pictures. 

"I'll never get tired of looking at them." Christopher says as he kisses Isla's cheek and gives her a soft pat on her backside.

"You go, well finish up the dishes." I tell him as my wife calls him again from the other room.

"You sure?" Christopher asks me and I laugh. 

"Lynn will have my head if I let a guest do the dishes." I say and gently step between him and my daughter.

"I'll be in when I finish up in here." Isla says to him and he nods. He moves around me and kisses her cheek. 

"Alright babe" he says. 

The second he's out of the room, my hand is on her ass, sliding from one cheek to the other  over the tight fabric that hugs the curve of her ass. 

She shoots a look over to the side of the kitchen, then looks over her shoulder at me with a little roll of her eyes, as if to silently tell me to at least make sure her husband is out of the room before putting my hands on her.

"You look so fucking good in this dress" I groan and grab her waist and slide my hands to her hips and pulls them back as the water runs where she rinses the dishes.

"Daddy" she whispers and looks over her shoulder at me. Her hands lowering the plate in the sink as my dick pushes against her ass through my pants. 

"I want my cock inside of you, right now Isla" I whisper to her and she whimpers.

"We can't" she whispers , and I can hear my wife and her husbands voices faintly from the downstairs entertainment room. 

"Let me rephrase that princess" I whisper as I take my hands from her body and bring them to my pants, and undo my belt and my zipper.

"I NEED my cock inside of you." I say and she sucks in a breath, her hand reaching for the faucet, turning it off, probably to hear better if either her husband or mother decides to make their way back up here. But they wont. Those albums will take an hour to get through with the way Lynn points and explains every picture to him. 

Isla whimpers. 

"Lift your dress for Daddy" I whisper into her ear as I take my cock in my hand, stroking it and she moans and nods , making me grin as she lifts her dress, and I look down. I groan at the thigh highs paired with a red garter belt, but no panties. 

"Does Christopher enjoy the way I trained his pretty wife to not wear panties?" I whisper as I let my cock smack her bare ass and she lets out a little whimper and nods.

"Yeah, I bet he does, I bet your husband likes all the things Daddy taught you, doesnt he?" I whisper as I notch my cock inside of her and feel her cunt clench around me. I sink in furhter with a low grown.

"daddy" she breathes. 

"Shhh" I whisper.

"I heard you two this morning" I whisper.

"Tell me baby, who were you actually so horny for this morning?" I groan as I draw back and enjoy the soft gasp she makes as I fill her all over again. 

"you Daddy" she answers.

"Tell me, how come your husband has a big dick, yet he can't fuck you well enough to keep you off your Daddy's cock, Isla?" I ask and she curses softly and pushes back onto my cock, meeting my thrust.

"Because you own my pussy Daddy" she answers and I groan softly.

"That's right baby, this is Daddy's cunt" I whisper and she nods, her hands on the edge of the counter as I step back, pulling her hips and making her bend over just a little. 

"You know what pictures I think he'd really like to see?" I ask and she clenches and curses softly.

"Yeah, you know what pictures I'm talking about don't you princess?" I ask, thinking of the secret photos I have with Isla, how once our secret relationship really took off, I'd started taking photos, videos. It was stupid to keep evidence, but I kept them well hidden. Polaroids and home made videos with an actual video camera. I had over a dozen casettes of Isla and I fucking. And hundred of polaroids. I didnt keep them on a phone or a computer, I didnt want a digital trace of our secret. Yet, it might be safer than the videos and polaroids I kept in a safe under the floor in the shed in the backyard. One place my wife would never even bother to disturb. 

"Show him Daddy's gorgeous fucking porn star" I grunt and fuck her faster, my cock getting greedy as she gasps and holds back her moans, her cunt fucking dripping on my cock and cinchingher perfect walls around me. 

"We should make another video tonight, under the tree, I want a video of me making love to your married , pregnant pussy" I groan and she curses softly. 

"Your pussy is Daddys favorite Christmas present, Isla" I groan and she moans softly 

"shhh" I whisper and she whimpers softly. I slide my hand up into her soft hair. Groaning as I clench it in my hand and pull her head back. Looking at her pretty red bow in her hair and the way her head falls back as I fuck her deeper. There's the light smack of my balls on her cunt, her ass on my hips. 

"think they can hear that? your beautiful ass smacking on daddy's lap while he fucks this cunt, Isla?" I ask and she whimpers.

I slow down, breathing hard and groan as I pull out of her. 

"get on your knees baby" I whisper and she turns and gets right onto her knees.

I drop my hand from my cock and watch as she takes over, using both hands, jerking me off with her mouth wide open and her tongue out, her eyes on me. My nostrils flaring as I grab her hair and pull her mouth to my cock.

"Ruin your lipstick on my fucking dick princess" I groan and she wraps her fucking mouth around me and I groan a bit too loud. Cursing under my breath as she sucks me off and grab my thighs as she works her mouth on me, eyes on me as she sucks my fucking cum down, into her throat. Swallowing every bit of me as i finish in her mouth. My hands grab the counter, my head dropping betwen my shoulders as she keeps sucking , drainning me, I grunt as my hips twitch forward and she swallows around my cock and then pops her mouth off me and smiles up at me. 

I laugh softly with a slight groan as she looks up at me, her lip stick half gone, my cock decorated in the same red as her lips. She presses a kiss to the tip of my cock.

"Now i have to go fix my lipstick" she says and exhale, stepping back and she stands.

"Go fix your lips." I say and then grab her chin. "right after you give me a kiss." 

Her hands place themselves on my chest as she pushes onto her toes and locks her mouth to mine, and I Groan softly, our tongues meeting halfway as I push myself against her, backing her into the counter as I slip my fingers into her hair, angling her head just how I want her, so I can kiss her deeper, kiss her like it's just us, and she's more than my daughter. I kiss her like I once upon a time used to kiss her mother, starved, desperate, passionate beyond words. I kiss her like I always have, making sure she knows just how much I love her. 

My hand slides down, under her dress and between her legs and to her clit. 

"daddy" she pants on my mouth. 

"i think i should kiss you here, what do you think Isla?" I whisper on her lips. She nods and I smile. i grab her waist and lift her onto the counter, her legs spread and she pushes her ass to the edge and throws her legs over my shoulder, her fingers going into my hair as I drag my tongue through her soaked pussy lips and groan softly. 

"your lucky i didnt eat you for breakfast on that table in front of your mother and husband" I groan and she moans quietly.

"make me cum daddy" she whispers. 

"always princess, always" I whisper back.